Monday, December 25, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Incoherence
I prefer golden green apples to red ones. I'm not sure why, they both taste pretty much the same. Its not an important enough thought to kindle my curiousity, so I leave it as it is. An unanswered question.
Quite a few of my questions end up that way. Sometime someone I know will voice a question that I once dismissed, and I'll think that it's heartening to know there are others like me, feeling perhaps a sense of comradeship. But we aren't really the same are we? She asked, I didn't.
I saw my baby nephew a few days back. He's turning out to be a very cute kid, and I'm not going to see him growing up, because he's leaving for Australia in less than a week. I've never really been in close proximity with a baby for a long duration of time. I wonder sometimes how I'd have been as an elder sister. Considering the fact that most people around me act like 2 year olds, I'm confident enough that I'd have done a pretty decent job. But I wouldn't be the same as I am now would I? Ah well, another unanswered question.
I feel like I've changed in the past three months. I promised myself in the beginning of college that I wouldn't. Now I see, change isn't really a bad thing. I've been promising myself that I won't change since I was 8. I think I meant I won't forget. That I wouldn't open my diary one day and not be able to understand the person I was then.
I like perusing old diaries. Initially, I used to write about the menu for the day, and why exactly "lime rice" is my most unfavourite dish in the world. And then in the middle somwehere, I used to religiously write down the happenings of the day. A pretty boring read, I assure you. Nowadays, its hardly a diary. More like a collection of thoughts, incoherent to anyone but me.
As is this post.
Quite a few of my questions end up that way. Sometime someone I know will voice a question that I once dismissed, and I'll think that it's heartening to know there are others like me, feeling perhaps a sense of comradeship. But we aren't really the same are we? She asked, I didn't.
I saw my baby nephew a few days back. He's turning out to be a very cute kid, and I'm not going to see him growing up, because he's leaving for Australia in less than a week. I've never really been in close proximity with a baby for a long duration of time. I wonder sometimes how I'd have been as an elder sister. Considering the fact that most people around me act like 2 year olds, I'm confident enough that I'd have done a pretty decent job. But I wouldn't be the same as I am now would I? Ah well, another unanswered question.
I feel like I've changed in the past three months. I promised myself in the beginning of college that I wouldn't. Now I see, change isn't really a bad thing. I've been promising myself that I won't change since I was 8. I think I meant I won't forget. That I wouldn't open my diary one day and not be able to understand the person I was then.
I like perusing old diaries. Initially, I used to write about the menu for the day, and why exactly "lime rice" is my most unfavourite dish in the world. And then in the middle somwehere, I used to religiously write down the happenings of the day. A pretty boring read, I assure you. Nowadays, its hardly a diary. More like a collection of thoughts, incoherent to anyone but me.
As is this post.
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